Erotic Story Wife Novels & Stories

Ally looks at Eric. The way he stares at her tells her that he can see her very clearly right now. “I probably have.” Ally starts to tell him. Erik slams his fist on the desk. “Why the hell would you do this. Where is my actual wife?” Eric boulders at Ally. She takes a step back to get a little more distance between them. “I can explain everything.” Ally tries to tell Eric. He slams his fist on the table again and walks around it to come to stand directly in front of her.

"I don't mean I can randomly shove my cock into any Terry, Dee or Harriet's mouth, though. That has to be special too. Same goes for going down on them." She was confused. "But for me, you…" "You are my wife." He responded matter-of-factly and it did nothing to eae her confusion. If anything, she was more confused. "But we both know that we have a contract marriage and when it ends…" She somehow felt reluctant to talk about what would happen once the contract period ended. Why did it sting? "What about that woman? Have you given up on her because she's married?" He looked at her in amusement. What a deadbrain. His beautiful, adorable deadbrain. He wove his hand through her hair and took in h

"That's right." He followed me into the house and saw our wedding photo. His eyes were filled with resentment, and his voice grew firmer. "You don't love Sinead as much as I do. Sinead told me you even made her go without food for several nights. I came here to tell you that even if I can't legally marry her, I'm still going to be with her." He looked like a brave young man defending the love of his life. I froze slightly. "So, you knew all along?"

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

Memories of sweeter times flooded back, and the regret hit her all at once. So she said it. "Let's end this. I'll give you and your family a payout. Leave and go as far from here as you can." Thomas nearly lost his mind. "What? You can't just do that!" Renee didn't engage. "I can, because the person I love is my husband." She searched everywhere and finally tracked William down in a small town. The face she knew so well didn't show a flicker of anything when he saw her.

He momentarily froze, seeing his wife on the bed, reading an erotic book while wearing only a lace dress that showed everything underneath. It was always like this; his manhood would stiffen at the mere sight of her. She smirked and put the book away, then gestured with her finger for him to come over. He did, and she grabbed the towel from his waist. It was exactly what he had in mind; his wife became bolder every day, and their relationship continued to bloom.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I said in a hesitant and accusatory tone. “I did,” he nodded his head in affirmation with a dangerous glint in his eyes. I swallowed. “Why? I thought you want me to be your wife.” He was deep in thought for a moment. Perhaps, weighing if he should tell me it not. “It's called erotic asphyxiation.” he finally said after a minute. “What?!” I choked out, brows furrowed in confusion. “It helps highlighted your org*sm.” he said simply like what he did to me was a day-to-day occurrence.